Poems, 1. kötetTicknor, Reed, and Fields, 1853 |
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8. oldal
... ends . Here am I ; for what end God knows , not I ; Westward still points the inexorable soul ; Here am I , with no friend but the sad sea , The beating heart of this great enterprise , Which , without me , would stiffen in swift death ...
... ends . Here am I ; for what end God knows , not I ; Westward still points the inexorable soul ; Here am I , with no friend but the sad sea , The beating heart of this great enterprise , Which , without me , would stiffen in swift death ...
10. oldal
... ends ; Great days have ever such a morning - red , On such a base great futures are built up , And aspiration , though not put in act , Comes back to ask its plighted troth again , Still watches round its grave the unlaid ghost Of a ...
... ends ; Great days have ever such a morning - red , On such a base great futures are built up , And aspiration , though not put in act , Comes back to ask its plighted troth again , Still watches round its grave the unlaid ghost Of a ...
14. oldal
... ends in pawn , And bartering his bleak rocks , the freehold stern Of destiny's first - born , for smoother fields That yield no crop of self - denying will ; A hand is stretched to him from out the dark , Which grasping without question ...
... ends in pawn , And bartering his bleak rocks , the freehold stern Of destiny's first - born , for smoother fields That yield no crop of self - denying will ; A hand is stretched to him from out the dark , Which grasping without question ...
78. oldal
... end ? How yield I back The trust for such high uses given ? Heaven's light hath but revealed a track Whereby to crawl away from heaven . Men think it is an awful sight To see a soul just set adrift On that drear voyage from whose night ...
... end ? How yield I back The trust for such high uses given ? Heaven's light hath but revealed a track Whereby to crawl away from heaven . Men think it is an awful sight To see a soul just set adrift On that drear voyage from whose night ...
102. oldal
... ends in mud Methinks is melancholy . " He had stiff knees , the Puritan , That were not good at bending ; The homespun dignity of man He thought was worth defending ; He did not , with his pinchbeck ore , His country's shame forgotten ...
... ends in mud Methinks is melancholy . " He had stiff knees , the Puritan , That were not good at bending ; The homespun dignity of man He thought was worth defending ; He did not , with his pinchbeck ore , His country's shame forgotten ...
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38 cents 50 cents 63 cents angel behold beneath bleak blood blossom burning Cloth cloud crown dark dear deep doth dream drop Dryad dumb dust earth Engravings Eurydice eyes face faith feet fire Ganymede gleam gloom glow God's gold golden green grew Gropes hands happy hast hath hear heart heaven Hesperides Holy Grail hope Hunger and Cold hush JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL leap leaves life's light look Lord Mayflower MAYNE REID morning mused nearer neath never night o'er Past POEMS poor Price 50 Price 63 Price 75 cents prophet rain red sea round Scarlet cloth seems shadow shine sight silence sing Sir Launfal smiles snow song sorrow soul spirit stood summer sunshine tears thee thine thou thought thrill throne toil tree tremulous TWICE-TOLD TALES twixt Vinland wander wind
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190. oldal - To be some happy creature's palace ; The little bird sits at his door in the sun, Atilt like a blossom among the leaves, And lets his illumined being o'errun With the deluge of summer it receives ; His mate feels the eggs beneath her wings, And the heart in her dumb breast flutters and sings; He sings to the wide world, and she to her nest, — In the nice ear of Nature which song is the best...
190. oldal - ... eyes, but we cannot help knowing That skies are clear and grass is growing; The breeze comes whispering in our ear, That dandelions are blossoming near, That maize has sprouted, that streams are flowing, That the river is bluer than the sky, That the robin is plastering his house hard by...
206. oldal - As Sir Launfal mused with a downcast face, A light shone round about the place ; The leper no longer crouched at his side, But stood before him glorified, Shining and tall and fair and straight As the pillar that stood by the Beautiful Gate, — Himself the Gate whereby men can Enter the temple of God in Man.
119. oldal - Tis the Spring's largess, which she scatters now To rich and poor alike, with lavish hand, Though most hearts never understand To take it at God's value, but pass by The offered wealth with unrewarded eye.
55. oldal - Once to every man and nation comes the moment to decide, In the strife of Truth with Falsehood, for the good or evil side...
118. oldal - THE DANDELION. DEAR common flower, that grow'st beside the way, Fringing the dusty road with harmless gold, First pledge of blithesome May, Which children pluck, and, full of pride, uphold, High-hearted buccaneers, o'erjoyed that they An Eldorado in the grass have found, Which not the rich earth's ample round May match in wealth, — tliou art more dear to me Than all the prouder summerblooms may be.
157. oldal - IN a small chamber, friendless and unseen, Toiled o'er his types one poor, unlearned young man ; The place was dark, unfurnitured, and mean ; — Yet there the freedom of a race began.
58. oldal - Then to side with Truth is noble when we share her wretched crust, Ere her cause bring fame and profit, and 'tis prosperous to be just; Then it is the brave man chooses, while the coward stands aside, Doubting in his abject spirit, till his Lord is crucified, And the multitude make virtue of the faith they had denied...
195. oldal - As Sir Launfal made morn through the darksome gate, He was 'ware of a leper, crouched by the same, Who begged with his hand and moaned as he sate ; And a loathing over Sir Launfal came ; The sunshine went out of his soul with a thrill, The flesh 'neath his armor 'gan shrink and crawl...
206. oldal - He had flung an alms to leprosie, When he girt his young life up in gilded mail And set forth in search of the Holy Grail. The heart within him was ashes and dust ; He parted in twain his single crust, He broke the ice on the streamlet's brink, And gave the leper to...